This is a song about "Kitchentowel"

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service